The Masque Of The RedŽath (2)


The Masque of the Red Death

Edgar Allan Poe

The "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had

ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal

--the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and

sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with

dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon

the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from

the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole

seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents

of half an hour.

But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious.

When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his

presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the

knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep

seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive

and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince's own

eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in.

This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought

furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to

leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of

despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned.

With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to

contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the

meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had

provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there

were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians,

there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were

within. Without was the "Red Death."

It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his

seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad,

that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a

masked ball of the most unusual magnificence.

It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me

tell of the rooms in which it was held. There were seven --an imperial

suite. In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and

straight vista, while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls

on either hand, so that the view of the whole extent is scarcely

impeded. Here the case was very different; as might have been expected

from the duke's love of the bizarre. The apartments were so

irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little more than one

at a time. There was a sharp turn at every twenty or thirty yards, and

at each turn a novel effect. To the right and left, in the middle of

each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed

corridor which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were

of stained glass whose color varied in accordance with the

prevailing hue of the decorations of the chamber into which it opened.

That at the eastern extremity was hung, for example, in blue --and

vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was purple in its

ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The third

was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was

furnished and lighted with orange --the fifth with white --the sixth

with violet. The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black

velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls,

falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue. But

in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond

with the decorations. The panes here were scarlet --a deep blood

color. Now in no one of the seven apartments was there any lamp or

candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay scattered

to and fro or depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind

emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the

corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite to each

window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire that protected its

rays through the tinted glass and so glaringly illumined the room. And

thus were produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But

in the western or black chamber the effect of the fire-light that

streamed upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes, was

ghastly in the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the

countenances of those who entered, that there were few of the

company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all.

It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the

western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro

with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made

the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came

from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud

and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and

emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the

orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their

performance, to hearken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce

ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole

gay company; and, while the chimes of the clock yet rang, it was

observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate

passed their hands over their brows as if in confused reverie or

meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter

at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other

and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made

whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock

should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse

of sixty minutes, (which embrace three thousand and six hundred

seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet another chiming of the

clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and

meditation as before.

But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel.

The tastes of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for colors and

effects. He disregarded the decora of mere fashion. His plans were

bold and fiery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There

are some who would have thought him mad. His followers felt that he

was not. It was necessary to hear and see and touch him to be sure

that he was not.

He had directed, in great part, the moveable embellishments of the

seven chambers, upon occasion of this great fete; and it was his own

guiding taste which had given character to the masqueraders. Be sure

they were grotesque. There were much glare and glitter and piquancy

and phantasm --much of what has been since seen in "Hernani." There

were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There

were delirious fancies such as the madman fashions. There was much

of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something

of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited

disgust. To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a

multitude of dreams. And these --the dreams --writhed in and about,

taking hue from the rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra

to seem as the echo of their steps. And, anon, there strikes the ebony

clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, for a

moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock.

The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chime

die away --they have endured but an instant --and a light,

half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now

again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro

more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many-tinted windows

through which stream the rays from the tripods. But to the chamber

which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are now none of the

maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there flows a

ruddier light through the blood-colored panes; and the blackness of

the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable

carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more

solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the

more remote gaieties of the other apartments.

But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them

beat feverishly the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on,

until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the

clock. And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions

of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all

things as before. But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by

the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that more of

thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the

thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus, too, it happened,

perhaps, that before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly

sunk into silence, there were many individuals in the crowd who had

found leisure to become aware of the presence of a masked figure which

had arrested the attention of no single individual before. And the

rumor of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around,

there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur,

expressive of disapprobation and surprise --then, finally, of

terror, of horror, and of disgust.

In an assembly of phantasms such as I have painted, it may well be

supposed that no ordinary appearance could have excited such

sensation. In truth the masquerade license of the night was nearly

unlimited; but the figure in question had out-Heroded Herod, and

gone beyond the bounds of even the prince's indefinite decorum.

There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be

touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life

and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be

made. The whole company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the

costume and bearing of the stranger neither wit nor propriety existed.

The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the

habiliments of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made

so nearly to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the

closest scrutiny must have had difficulty in detecting the cheat.

And yet all this might have been endured, if not approved, by the

mad revellers around. But the mummer had gone so far as to assume

the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in blood --and

his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled

with the scarlet horror.

When the eyes of Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image

(which with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain

its role, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be

convulsed, in the first moment with a strong shudder either of

terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow reddened with rage.

"Who dares?" he demanded hoarsely of the courtiers who stood

near him --"who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? Seize

him and unmask him --that we may know whom we have to hang at sunrise,

from the battlements!"

It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince

Prospero as he uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven

rooms loudly and clearly --for the prince was a bold and robust man,

and the music had become hushed at the waving of his hand.

It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of

pale courtiers by his side. At first, as he spoke, there was a

slight rushing movement of this group in the direction of the

intruder, who at the moment was also near at hand, and now, with

deliberate and stately step, made closer approach to the speaker.

But from a certain nameless awe with which the mad assumptions of

the mummer had inspired the whole party, there were found none who put

forth hand to seize him; so that, unimpeded, he passed within a yard

of the prince's person; and, while the vast assembly, as if with one

impulse, shrank from the centres of the rooms to the walls, he made

his way uninterruptedly, but with the same solemn and measured step

which had distinguished him from the first, through the blue chamber

to the purple --through the purple to the green --through the green to

the orange --through this again to the white --and even thence to

the violet, ere a decided movement had been made to arrest him. It was

then, however, that the Prince Prospero, maddening with rage and the

shame of his own momentary cowardice, rushed hurriedly through the six

chambers, while none followed him on account of a deadly terror that

had seized upon all. He bore aloft a drawn dagger, and had approached,

in rapid impetuosity, to within three or four feet of the retreating

figure, when the latter, having attained the extremity of the velvet

apartment, turned suddenly and confronted his pursuer. There was a

sharp cry --and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet,

upon which, instantly afterwards, fell prostrate in death the Prince

Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the

revellers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and,

seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless

within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror

at finding the grave-cerements and corpse-like mask which they handled

with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.

And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had

come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers

in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the

despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went

out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods

expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable

dominion over all.

The End



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